It unsettles me, creates me, suffocates me.
It makes me bleed to see them bleeding.
My head is held high and my chest faces forward.
Two lips meant not to kiss.
Your gaze: violent, enraging, piercing.
I am ready.
They can’t find their voice and cry softly,
while I scream for those who do not scream.
I cry for those who cry.
I bow my head and ask myself:
when does machismo end in this society?
Photography by Martina Madero.
Actress and poet from Buenos Aires. Lesbian and feminist, she writes from personal experience, sensitivity, and a critical perspective on contemporary life.